Brett Rogers


Out Back - Poem by Brett Rogers

A creek ambles by,
The dry makes it quiet, the rain makes it loud …
Tonight: barely heard.

In the darkness,
Among the ghetto owl,
Alone, on purpose, but loud nonetheless …
Among the ghetto dogs,
Chained up,
Till their minds go crooked …
I’m inside, still
And dying.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, poverty


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2015



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